So quiet you can hear the vast echoes of that which makes not a sound at all
Like when you turn the volume up all the way and hit play.
Without a CD or tape to make any noise
Time to sleep but all that comes
Is some two bit rhyme
Motionless like a songless chime
Silence echoes through out the night.
Resonating loudly up until my poetic plight.
So dark its bright.
With such vivid sight.
I just write...
And maybe, just maybe
I just might,
Fall asleep before day vanquishes the night